I took the batteries of my toys, the plastic gun of major tom
My little tent, my winter coat, and asked the dog to keep an eye on mom

Tomorrow I'll be going
There must be a way around
I used to be a cheerful boy
Now i'm cryin' all the time

Deep down the woods inside my brain, the trees speak of what you were
A dream, a goddess or a saint, I loved you with everything I had

So many stars shone on the lake of all the thoughts I've never thought
I finally found the Mojo tree and dived deep inside of him

Tomorrow i'll be back home
I didn't find a way around
I will live with the pain
It makes me what I am